I continued staring at the bizarre spectacle in the Molossian High Street, absent mindedly wondering how many
of our 9 ladies would soon be pregnant after all the naughtiness of the last 24 hours. I was wondering how
they'd react when Morgana released them from the hypnosis that had made each of them act so unashamedly
slutty, seemingly forgetting ever having been men, when Morgana told us to follow. Maedel, Arn, myself and our
4 loyal soldiers were led inside the Bank that acted as palace. The maids and wenches stayed outside mostly
tending to the animals that were once men, the bossy french maid and dominatrix were rather heavy handedly
teaching the 3 new maids to obey and the gagged slave girl was now looking more uncomfortable than ever as the
only man left in the street gave up on paddling her bottom and began forcing the handle of the paddle into her
butthole. I couldn't help but stare back until the door of the bank closed behind me and even then my
curiosity got the better of me and my thoughts were on what was happening outside. I shook off the dirty
thoughts, embarrassed at my lack of Princess like behavior and looked around. My once brother Arn/Andrew was
red faced and biting her bottom lip. As she walked her hands and thighs squeezed her nether region, unable to
hide her excitation. I really didn't know what to say or think. Here was my little brother, next in line for
the throne, whom I was so proud and jealous of, acting like some oversexed harlot. I was ashamed of him and
about to tell him to control himself when Maedel took his hand, her hand, giving her a sympathetic smile
before not so gently head butting her, Maedel's wooden head making a loud bopping noise. Arns other hand rose
to rub her sore bruise, a pout across her childish elven face. For her part, Maedel just giggled knowing that
the pain she caused had taken Arn's mind off of what we'd just seen if only for a while.
As we walked into the throne room it was clear the King of Molossia was not quite ready for us or whatever it
was he was about to get up to. A tailor seemed to be fitting him into a suit but not a suit of armor as I
might have expected. He looked like he was putting on his best clothes. As I thought about why I noticed the
large curtain partitioning the room in two and on the other side a familiar figure being helped into a white
dress!
"Mother?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," the King cut in, "I knew you'd be showing up so I moved the wedding forward!"
"A whirlwind wedding and honeymoon is so romantic, don't you think so dear?" mother said.
"Why are you getting married in the first place? What happened to father?" I asked.
"Your father was on his last legs before you and your brother disappeared. The old fool left me all alone and
with your brother missing there was no-one to inherit the Kingdom, what else am I to do but remarry?" mother
continued, "Plus this time I'll be marrying a man much closer to my age."
I was furious that she'd given up on Andrew and I so quickly and was willing to turn the Kingdom over to this
Royal pretender rather than rule herself. She always was old fashioned, telling me time and time again that,
although I was the eldest child, I was not to be heir to the Kingdom as "Kingdoms should be ruled by Kings."
"Hogwash!" I swore unashamedly, something unbecoming of a Princess but I was royally miffed with mother, "If
father is dead then Andrew is rightful heir!"
The King, furious with the interruption of his wedding day joined in "Andrew is missing, probably turned into
a penguin by that witch you are so happy to gallivant with. There is nothing you can do to stop our wedding. I
have bought the greatest magic wards money can buy. Not even you, Morgana, can touch me with your magics."
"We shall see about that!" Morgana accepted the challenge and launched a magical bolt at the King that was
quickly reflected back at her! Her eyes widened in shock and fear at the change that was about to overtake
her.